science is death if time is death (part 2)

the blusterous rainfall outside pounds;
pounds down on the paper;
increaduous moving pen speeds across white paper;
in a sterile white room;
the white of flourescent light honing in;
eyes down and hands across;
in a contemptuos rage;
trying to acheive understanding;
boxed in this cavernous solitude;
understanding exsists;
drumming ink encroaches the page;
until the drumming stops;
and there is only rain